Scored like cattle.

"From the beginning of 1922, people began to disappear in Moscow. For some reason, this happened most often with Moscow horsemakers or Moscow-based peasants who came to buy horses. It turned out that the person did not buy horses and disappeared.
At the same time, at night, strange and unpleasant finds were found - in the wastelands of Zamoskvorechye, in the ruins of houses, in abandoned, unfinished baths on Shabolovka, there were stinking, gray bags. In them were the naked corpses of men.

After several such finds in the Moscow Criminal Investigation Department, anxiety began. The fact was that all the bags with the dead wore the stamp of the same hands on them — the same work. The heads were smashed, apparently by the same blunt object, the mating of the corpses was the same - always skillful and neat - the arms and legs were drawn to the stomach. Tied firmly to conscience.
The search began to work on a strange case aggressively. But a lot of time passed, and more than thirty people laid down in bags among the piles of Zamoskvoretsky bricks.
The search went slowly but steadily.Bags were knitted in a typical way - people who are used to harness horses knit this way. Isn't the cabby a killer? At the bottom of some bags there were traces of oats. Most likely - the driver. Twenty-two bodies have already been found, but only seven of them have been identified. It was possible to find out that everyone was in Moscow for horse business. Undoubtedly - the driver.
But no more traces. There were absolutely no threads from the moment when a person wanted to buy a horse, until the moment when he was found dead, there was not. No trace, no talk, no meeting. In this regard, the case is really exceptional.

So - the driver. Corpses in Zamoskvorechye, again in Zamoskvorechye, again. The killer is a cab driver, lives in Zamoskvorechye. An agent wide loop encompassed equestrian squares, tea rooms, parking lots, and taverns. We were following in the footsteps of the Zamoskvoretsky cab.
And at this time, another corpse was found with a fresh diaper enveloping the crushed head. The loop immediately narrowed - looking for a family, he recently had a child. Among the thousands of cab drivers found.
Vasily Ivanovich Komarov, a passenger, lived on Shabolovka in the house number 26. He was engaged in strange fishing - he almost never dressed himself, but he often went to the horse-drawn square. He always had money. Drank a lot.
On the night of May 18, agents with a warrant of the district police arrived at the apartment on Shabolovka, ostensibly about home brew. A passenger met them with calm calm. But when they began to open the door to the closet on the stairs, he jumped out of the second floor into the garden and managed to escape, despite the fact that he was cordoned off.
But they were caught too seriously and on the same night they were caught in Nikolsky near Moscow, near a familiar thrush Komarov. Komarov caught up with the case. He sat and wrote on the back of his ID card a testimony about the murders he had committed, and for some reason confused and slandered his neighbors in this testimony. In Moscow at Shabolovka at this time, agents examined the last corpse found in a closet. When the closet was opened, the dead was still warm.

While the investigation was going on, Moscow was buzzing with the word "Komarov-cab driver". Women talked about pillowcases full of money, that Komarov was feeding pigs with human entrails, etc. All this, of course, is nonsense.
But that is absolutely true that it turned out during the investigation, of such a sort, that it would be better to have piles of money in pillowcases, and even vile feeding of pigs or some atrocities, perversions.
It would probably be easier if it were confusing and more terrible,because then the most terrible thing in this whole case would be understood - it was this man himself, Komarov (an insignificant detail: he, of course, was not Vasily Ivanovich Komarov, but Vasily Terentevich Petrov. A fake name, probably the trace of a criminal, black past).
There is no desire to write a criminal feuilleton, I assure the reader, but there is no way to do anything else, because today the desire to understand this Komarov is relentlessly sitting all day.
He, it turns out, had special mats, blew blood from corpses on these mats (so as not to dirty bags and sleighs); when funds allowed, for the same purpose bought a galvanized trough.
He killed them neatly and unusually economically: always with the same technique, with one hammer on the top of the head, without noise and haste, in a quiet conversation (all were killed and these people were interested in horses. He offered them his horse to the horse ) alone, without any accomplices - after dropping off his wife and children.

So beat the cattle. Without regret, but without any hatred. Had benefits, but not fantastically large. The buyer in the pocket was about the cost of the horse.He didn’t have any wealth in his pillowcases, but he drank and ate with that money and kept his family. Had a slaughter plant in my house.
Outside of this was an ordinary bad person, some millions. He beat his wife and children and drank, but on holidays he invited priests to himself, they served him, he treated them to wine. In general, there was a pious, heavy nature of man.
Reporters, satires, ordinary people flaunted the word "man-beast" for two weeks. The word is dull, empty, without explaining anything. And this meat economy in the killings was so revealed that for me personally, she immediately killed all these non-existent "atrocities", and I have a different formula "not a beast, but in no case a person." One cannot be called Komarov’s man, as one can’t call one bulb from which a mechanism is taken out.

This formula has been confirmed to me by the process. A man's case appeared before the court - without any signs of atrocity. However, maybe there are some special features available to the psychiatrist, but in the ordinary view there is an elderly ordinary person, an unpleasant face, but not atrocious, and there are no signs of degeneration in it.
But when this creation spoke before the court, and especially with a hoarse chuckle, though not quite, but to a considerable extent (I don’t know how to others), it became clear to me what it means - “not a man.”
When his first wife was poisoned, it - this creature - said:
- Well, to hell with her!
When the creature married the second time, it did not even care to find out where his wife was from, who she was.
“I have something to baptize with children or something!” (Chuckle.)
- Once and kvass! (When asked how he killed. Chuckle.)
- Hell knows! (For many questions, this idiotic saying. Snicker.)
- Didn’t feed your piglets with a human?
- No (hee-hee!) ... yes if I fed, I would start more pigs ... (hee-hee!)
Vasily Ivanovich Komarov (his real name is Vasily Terentevich Petrov)

Further more. Everything in life - this sticky, vile "horseradish", accompanied by a giggle. It turns out that there are no people around. There are "cranks" and "clamps." Disdains What is the "bestiality"! If the beast had hated and killed with rage, it would not have so offended everyone around it as with this amazing contempt.
A dog — an animal — could have been tortured by this out of line by the inattention which Komarov had bestowed upon surrounding people.His wife is a "Roman Catholic Pani" (hee-hee). "Eats a lot." No malice, no stinginess. "Let this Roman Catholic ditch eat near me." There is no malice, but "sometimes I gave her slaps." Children beat "for science."
Why kill? It is immediately double. But everything is clear. First, for the money. Secondly, here "did not like people." Here, there are such animals that to kill him is a double profit: both the benefit and the consciousness that you will get rid of the contemplation of God's unpleasant creation. A caterpillar, say, or a snake ... So Komarov is a people.
In short, the creation - a mirage in the cab carrier. Chronic, cold reluctance to believe that there are people in the world. Beyond the people. The eerie aura of the “human beast” has disappeared It was not terrible. But unusually repulsive.

Was he afraid? Not. He is a strong, not cowardly creature. In my opinion, over the interviewers, the investigation and the court, I even slightly sneered. Sometimes nonsense some city. But sluggish. With a grin. Interested in? Excuse me "Gypsy would kill or pop" ... Why? "Yes, so ..."
And one feels that he didn’t want to kill any gypsy at all, as well as the priest, and so - they populated with questions "eccentrics", he says the first thing that he will come to mind. The interviewer asked what he thought about what awaited him."Uh ... we shall all be made!"
Indifferent, strong, not cowardly and very stupid in the human sense. His jokes neither to the village nor to the city, thoughts are mean, ridiculous. And on human folly, there is a brilliant, magnificent amalgam of that peculiar rude stupidity with which many, many Zamoskvoretsky petty bourgeois are soaked! .. all this are chuis, poisoned by big cities.
As for strength. One night, I do not know after what kind of murder, I was carrying a packed bloodless body to the Moscow River. The policeman stopped: - What are you taking?
- And you, bad, - Komarov answered softly, - feel. The policeman was really "bad." He touched the bag and missed Komarov. Then Komarov began to drive with his wife.

As a result of these trips on the bench next to Komarov was Sofia Komarova. The face is also familiar. More than once on Sukharevka, on Domnikivka, on Smolensky one had to see such long, dull faces, yellow woman faces bordered with a handkerchief.
Komarov was taken out when Sophia testified, and despite this, she got the impression that she did not agree with something. It seems that no special secrets, however, she did not hide. During the killings, Komarov expelled her along with the guys.And maybe it helped at times - to clean up, to wash up after work. The case is female.
Well, here are these trips. "So .... fool .... weak," her husband determined. Undoubtedly, over the stupid, empty "Roman Catholic" woman hung her husband's stone.
Sentence? Well, what is there to talk about it. Komarov was first sentenced when the police took him under escort to show where he had buried some of the corpses (he had buried several dead near his apartment in Shabolovka).
As if on a signal, a crowd flew. At first there were cries, hysterical cries of women. Then the crowd growled slowly and began to lean heavily on the police chain - Komarova wanted to tear. It is incomprehensible how the police managed to repel and take Komarov away.

The women in the house where I live, also sentenced to "cook alive." - The beast. Meat grinder. These thirty-five men have left as many orphans, son of a bitch. At trial, three psychiatrists watched: - Perfectly normal. Sophia - too.
So ... - Vasily Komarov and his wife, Sophia, to the highest degree of punishment, bring up children to the state account. I sincerely wish that children have mercy on the grave law of heredity. God forbid that they should be like the deceased father and mother. "
"Criminal feuilleton" by Mikhail Bulgakov "Komarovsky case".
http://homlib.com/read/bulgakov-ma/komarovskoe-delo
"The first crime was committed in February 1921. In 1921, Petrov-Komarov killed 17 people. From the end of December 1922 until his arrest on May 19, 1923, there were 6 people.
15 corpses were thrown in a dilapidated room in the Horse Lane and in the house number 24 on Shabolovka ... 6 were buried in the possession of Orlov on Shabolovka. Later, having acquired his own horse, Petrov-Komarov took away the corpses and dumped them in various places on the embankment of the Moscow River and in the canals.
At the trial, Petrov-Komarov found complete indifference to what he had done: calmly describing all the details of the crime, he stated that if 60 more people had rolled, he would have killed them and used the expression “there once, and kvass”. (From the book "The Underworld of Moscow", 1924)